I was sore by morning. My legs hurt.
I wondered where Jace got his stamina from because every time I thought it was over, he would spin me into another position, making me scream in pleasure.
This had to be a distracting mechanism and I was ashamed to admit that it was working.
"You're not coming down for breakfast?" He asked me as I came out of the bathroom.
"I can't walk." I said with a groan.
He smirked. "That's perfect."
I glared at him and he seemed even more amused.
"I'll have them send your meal up here."
I nodded. "Thanks."
I went to the mirror and saw the hickey he planted there.
"Oh God." I blushed in embarrassment. There was no way I could go downstairs and let anyone see it by mistake.
It was embarrassing enough that I was screaming profanities and moaning for hours.
Even if the walls were soundproof which I wasn't very sure of. It was too embarrassing to limp into a gathering of judgemental family members.
